[TEST] DRIVE IT LIKE YOU STOLE IT

[reapsthewind]

I HONESTLY COULDN'T THINK OF A GOOD PICTURE SO THANKS LAVVY

Here, have the slightly more relevant song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_nLlL1mwKI

Anyway, this is a random scenario test drive meem, since we've had an influx of new potential appers. I am a bit too lazy to make this a proper meem, so you make your own shit up. Here's some inspirational scenarios:

> The Mall. The hell are you doing out in the suburbs, bro? And why is that woman trying so hard to sell you nail polish?
> The Park. MAN IT IS A NICE D-- shit is that a Vermicelli or whatever the monsters are called?
> Arts & Crafts Fair. Cute knit cat cozies! Bad pretzels! YEAH.
> Rainy Day. It's wet and you're stuck at the bus stop. HOW DEGRADING.
> You get an echo while someone else is around. SHIT. PARANOIA TIME.

Or make up your own!

Comments

[walkerofearth]

Maybe. [Squinting upwards] I think if this one jumped into a different tree it'd be pretty obvious. But how would you do that, pray tell? That good a climber? I know I'm not.

Your kid's watched for now? For every one thing you see there's I don't know how many you don't.

Vector // Rei Shingetsu // Yugioh Zexal

[mmmmwhatchasay]

[ooc: Rei is mostly Japanese and fairly skinny but also of fairly average height for being almost fourteen. His eyes are blue, and his hair is orange for at least half an inch at the roots and black otherwise...and it's totally spiked up, though not quite in such a Yugioh fashion...]

[A: Oh hey, is that an impromptu play happening in the park? Totally is, and this kid is totally a part of it. Funny, normally he seems awfully nice, but he's pulling off the role of the villain a bit too convincingly. Maybe you stayed and watched, or maybe you got there at the end just in time to see the villain become this stupidly cheerful teen behind the scenes? Dunno, but there was a play, so feel free to enjoy the show.]


[B: So it's raining, and this kid is standing out on a sidewalk in the middle of it with his face turned up toward the sky. No umbrella or anything. Maybe someone should tell him he'll get a cold doing things like that...although it does look like he's pretty content in letting himself get soaked.]


[C: Oops, Rei made the mistake of wandering through a museum with a display on historical weaponry. The way one room in particular was set up...well, he managed to get out of the museum without too much fuss, but now he's curled up on a bench outside with his hands dug into his hair and having what is probably a panic attack...and he really has no idea why; this feeling of fear just appeared out of nowhere...]

Chihaya Ohtori | Rewrite | Charlotte "Charlie" Gloria

[bonder]

[ It's raining out. But, on the upside, at least the bus stop is serving as a cover. Right now, though, the rain itself isn't really what's on her mind. To be honest, it wouldn't really be a probably for her to run home, but... ]

I really wish I had a jacket right now...

[ It's a bit hard to miss, but she's carrying a rather large, soaked, beat up box with the top flaps down so that the inside can be seen. And, if you listen closely, there's a distinct sound of mewing coming from the box... ]

[sunbright]

[ Guess who was really worried about why her foster sister returned home yet and went out to look for her with an extra umbrella just in case she was stuck somewhere in the rain. ]

... Charlie, you didn't...

1/2

[bonder]

[ Oh! Oh, Brenda, you are truly a ray of sunshine amongst all these clouds of gloom-- ]

Brenda--!

2/3 afterall i am a winner

[bonder]

Ah.

[bonder]

[ ... Charlie... just casually shifts her arm around the box as if trying to hide it (and failing at it.) ]

... B- But it's really cold out right now...!

[sunbright]

Yes, yes, it is...

[ Despite gritting her teeth, Brenda seems to agree with Charlie's reply there. Charlie probably knows by now that what's coming next is in no way an agreement though... ]

But that is still beside the point! Charlie, you promised!

[roadstotheriver]

[Nice? Maybe. More like shy and a little embarrassed. Claire is a couple years older than he is, just barely twenty-one, and she's here for a treat now that finals are over. She's still got research to do over the summer, but she doesn't have to start that yet.

So she's at the ice cream shop, staring down at the options, unable to choose, while poor Jack has to wait. He might notice, only half-hidden by her long hair, the funny round mark on her forehead. Not the mark of a Hindu... it's the wrong color, and it's just a circle's outline, not the full filled-in circle. She looks a little like she's trying to hide it, with that hair in her face.]

[roadstotheriver]

That is a lot of possibilities. I don't know which one it is.

[And she sounds disturbed by that. She shifts uncomfortably, and looks the snake she's at up and down before adding some possibilities of her own.]

And what do the snakes mean? Something different? Why is one showing its heart and the other just curled around one? Does it have anything to do with the messages, do you think?

[And apparently she's assuming everyone notices them, the funny pulses and strange thoughts wafting off of the things.]

[frostedoverland]

[He noticed, but all kinds of kids these days come in with weird marks or piercing or what-have-you, so he's not about to judge or really even comment on it. He looked at it for a brief moment as the young woman stared down her options.

He chuckled lightly, resting his arms on the glass and watched. He was the only one in today, his co-worker was off on lunch and no one else would be coming in until around five, when they got out of school.]

You wanna taste test some of them? Maybe that'll help.

Urahara Kisuke | Bleach

[mrsandalhat]

Option 1: [The line between looking like a unwashed hobo and artfully unkempt is a thin one. Today Kisuke's leaning towards the former, though thankfully he hasn't crossed it yet. There's the hint of stubble on his chin but his clothes are clean if wrinkled and he's not too smelly even if his hair is a bit of a mess.

Currently he's wandering through the park looking for a quiet place to read his book, having been kicked out of his lab and told to get at least 3 hours of sunshine before coming back. Sitting in the shade in the park will still count as getting some sunlight on him, right?]

Option 2: [Kisuke pressed the palm of his hand over his eyes, hoping that blocking out the sunlight will make the sudden migraine in his head stop. The black cat in front of him tilted his head curiously at the oddly behaving human in front of it, only to run off when Kisuke curled up in a ball on the ground, trying to stave off the sudden migrain in his head and the images that was dancing in front of his eyeballs.

Really, just what was that? He's always been told he had a good imagination, but a cat turning into naked woman was a bit much. Even if the naked woman was very pretty.]

[lastalian]

[Marisol screws up her face indignantly and hastily scrubs the beginnings of tears from her eyes, trying to focus.]

I'm not gonna. It was just a stupid-- [she stops, pushing her breath out in a huff. She's never told anyone, about the numbers, about how she'd been reading the messages other people sent. She's still young enough that her cynicism doesn't prevent belief, especially if it promises escape. But for all the danger promised in the messages--Don't give out your name, the police know-- it's not anything new for a kid like her. She knows where her brother's money comes from, she knows where Mom went when she comes back incoherent and giggling. She knows enough to get her little sisters dressed for school every day when Mom can't so no one knows anything is wrong. Because it's not. She can handle it.]

[She's never seen someone stabbed or shot, though somewhere she knows it's a matter of time. Beaten up, sure. But that was different. She always prided herself on an iron stomach, so the bout of nausea, the shock, was mortifying.]

I have allergies. [She adds this with a scowl, her previous timid demeanor nowhere to be found.]

[tinymsnightmare]

[she stood her ground, arms akimbo and chin raised. there was a manic grin on her face, though that was tiny compared to the odd blood-red glow of her eyes, the glasses covering them long lost in the scuffle with the older kids.]

What?

[prinsects]

Did you even see what you did?!

[Her voice is charged high, her hands are clenched and squeezing, her shoe is gritting against the ground.

Meanwhile her sister is still sitting in the grass - she's shifted position a little, and is watching.

She looks only mildly upset.]

[bonder]

[ Her grip on the box tightens. Half because she's going to be stubborn while the other half is just preparing herself for scoldings. ]

I- I did! I said that I would find them homes, right!? I'll make sure this one gets a good home too!

[roadstotheriver]

[She looked up sharply, and blushed at finding him right there watching her. Except of course he would be, because she was the only customer and he was the only employee here right now. Embarrassed and a little flustered, she tucked some hair behind her ear, and bit her lip.]

Can I do that...? I mean... is that allowed?

[frostedoverland]

[He only grinned some more, chocolate eyes twinkling in amusement.]

Of course. We let people taste what they want all the time. [The spoons were tiny enough, after all. He pushed back from the glass and pulled out one such small spoon and got a little scoop of one of the newer flavors they got in, cake batter was the flavor and seemed to be a big hit lately. He straightened and gave her the small spoon.] Here, try the new one. Tastes just like cake batter.

[knight_of_heart]

Yeah, he's with my brother.

[ With his free hand he gestures in a vague 'thataway' direction, but then he's dragging that unruly tent of his out of the way and, with the efficiency of a seasoned outdoorsman, collapses it enough that the wind won't be springing off with it again any time soon.

Then he's considering the trees, assessing their sturdiness and the layout of their branches. Climber? Sure, he's a climber. Gotta get up a tree before you can set a hunting blind in it. He makes his choice and moves over to it, using nothing but bare hands and boots against the tree trunk to hoist himself up. ]

Holler if you see anything move!

[roadstotheriver]

[It had been a very long time since she'd had cake batter, but the memory was that it was tasty, so she accepted the little spoon gingerly and put it in her mouth with only a little hesitation.

Her brows went up immediately.]

Mm!

[And, after removing the spoon, she actually answered with something intelligible.]

It's good!

[walkerofearth]

Uh huh.

[Slowly, Lenore gets back to the world of the upright.]

Those seem to be going around. Take it easy anyway.

[frostedoverland]

[He laughed softly and nodded.]

See, told you. Want some of that or do you wanna try something else?

[walkerofearth]

[Kids these days. Lenore sighs and gets several steps back for a better view and to not get hit by any stray bits of bark or branch, and is deadpan again.]

Well I'm impressed. Nothing yet!

[roadstotheriver]

[He was being nice about it, at least. She ducked her head shyly, and after a pause, murmured,]

Well... maybe I can try one more....

[And she pointed to the bright pink kind labeled "cotton candy". Because hey, she kind of liked pink, and it'd been equally long since she's had cotton candy as cake batter.]

[knight_of_heart]

[ Is this really a guy climbing up a tree in search of what may or may not be a rabid monkey? It really is. For all his concern for his kid, he seems a little short on concern for himself.

He's no monkey-Squirrelzilla thing, he doesn't zip up with weightless ease, but he's got arm strength and leg strength and coordination. Once he's a little higher off the ground than he is tall, holding securely to the tree trunk, he shades his eyes and looks around.

Then he starts reaching out with one hand and shaking branches to try and startle something into moving.

Whose idea was this, again? ]